This morning, I joined the daily English Zoom meeting after a while, and enjoyed a discussion. Today's theme was how to use chatbots such as Chat-GPT in each participant's daily life. Even though I rarely use them so I can't follow the discussion, I could find that my ears (or my brain itself) could have still certain senses/abilities to understand other members' English enough (even though their one had a so-called Japanese dialect, therefore easy to understand for me).
I worked early today. After yesterday's tough work, I felt that there was still a tiredness in my muscles. If I worked as hard as I always do, it would harm not only my body but also my mind. Therefore, I decided to work on having brief breaks and try to uplift my mood eventually. At 1:00 p.m., I had a lunch break as usual.
Am I happy? I asked myself this after having a lunchbox I had bought at AEON. Can I accept this life as mine, with responsibility (because everything had come from my several, countless choices)? When I was a heavy drinker, I had lost any hope completely and just stayed drunk without making any effort to get out of that miserable state, because at that time I had believed I must have been a completely unfortunate, powerless guy. However, now I can find that there are so many mates around me who always let me go forward.
After that, I read the English text for tomorrow's meeting, which is a historical/legendary speech by F. D. Roosevelt after the notorious Pearl Harbor... Writing this right now (the early morning of the 12th in Japanese time), I have to admit that yesterday absolutely I had been very deeply tired (and also, I needed to sleep too). Maybe, therefore, my mind had needed to think about such an unreal, Nietzsche-like idea.
After finishing the day's work, I came back to my group home. There, I had dinner and stayed relaxed. Even though I was thinking that I would write the rest of my short novel bit by bit, I slept so early and couldn't do that... Oh my! What's the matter with me or my life?